At sunset, my neighbors' holiday lights cast an eerie glow from beneath the new snow. Like four miniature suns, they formed part of an alien wintry landscape. After my walk, I finished shoveling by moonlight.
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At sunset, my neighbors' holiday lights cast an eerie glow from beneath the new snow. Like four miniature suns, they formed part of an alien wintry landscape. After my walk, I finished shoveling by moonlight.
6 comments:
Gorgeous magical shot. We don't usually get snow like we've had this week, so my shovelling was done in the sun of Friday morning with the cameraderie of the neighbours.
I love it! Almost looks like a landscape, with different phases of the moon....
Hi, Annie. Thanks so much! I liked finding those muted lights made mysterious by the snow.
Thank you, Vesper de Vil. Yes, the eye interprets this as a landscape, warping the scale. Somehow this tiny scene becomes a grander, stranger world. Happy holidays to all!
Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
Much love and peace to you! :)
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